alone with you, an avatar fanfic

alone with you

Amidst this backdrop of fear and chaos, Jake Sully and Neytiri had found themselves standing on the edge of a tranquil glade, far from the bustling preparations and discussions that consumed the camp. Without any words being spoken, fingertips had brushed against each other silently, before intertwining just as feet had begun steering them away from any nearby crowds or curious, inquisitive eyes that could interfere.

The thought had struck Neytiri of how similar it all was to the night they had bonded their souls together. Sneaking away together. Alone. Light, long touches

Or,

Three time Jake and Neytiri manage to find some well longed for privacy together.

A/N: For anyone that comes upon this story after reading my other things, my story A dreamwalker no more (the future is ours) has not been abandoned. The update is just very long due. As we speak, chapter 3 is being written (has been under writing for a while now oops, hi hi). I've just had a bit of a writer's block lately.

This little three chapter piece is mainly just a little writing exercise for myself to get my creativity going again. Write something else to get motivated again, or whatever.

I'm also working on this really long multichapter Avatar AU story as well (because there are criminally few Avatar fics like that) but this (for my own sake and for you readers) I will not post any of it until it's fully written and finished, because for some reason it just becomes so much harder to finish long stories when it already partially published. Is it because of the pressure maybe… (figures…)

And, on another very important note: I've been a little absent lately and that's probably not a case that will get better. For a little more than a year I've had a sabbatical year from school because of my health, but I start school again on the 24th of August, sooo… *Nervous laughter*

Wish me luck. Please.

(Warning: Perhaps I should recommend getting some tissues before reading this…)

But in to the story! Enjoy!

(Na'vi translations at the end of the chapter)

Chapter 1: Solitude

In the valley by the tree of souls— where the Omatikaya and their newfound allies had made camp— the lush expanse of Pandora's exotic forests stretched out in all its untouched and untamed wildness around the; it's vibrant tints and hues bathed in the ever present tranquil glow of the bioluminescent flora.

Around the war camp things were growing quieter and quieter as people journeyed towards their tents and hammocks.

Rest— of any sort— came as a blessing after the hectic days beforehand when the Na'vi clans had been gathered under the call of Toruk Makto.

The tribal banners were raised together in unity, a testament to determination of a growing front, adamant to protect their home; their mother, from the foreign, and alien poison that was threatening to destroy their whole existences.

It was the perfect calm before the storm; and in it's very full essence as the whispers of a impending great war hung in the air all around them. A heavy, suffocating reminder of just how fragile and perilous the situation really was.

But if you're only going to spend your life being afraid, to focus on what might, or might not go wrong… then what even is the point. To live without being alive. To love without being one.

Why count the hours left when all you need is there right in front of you.

The thought had struck Neytiri of how similar it all was to the night they had bonded their souls together. Sneaking away together. Alone. Light, long touches.

And how was it that very night had only happened a little more than a few days ago, and not weeks, or days, or months.

Normally, a newly mated pair would be practically glued together at the hips the first few weeks after the first shared tsaheylu.

This had not been the case for them.

Tumultuous was a great understatement when describing the their recent circumstances.

Firstly: they hadn't had a traditional courtship or mating ritual. They had eloped hastily, because she had been promised to another.

Secondly: She thought he had betrayed her and her whole clan. She had hated him. And then left him to die. (Oh yeah… what I great start to a marriage!)

She had left him for death, and yet still, he had come back to her, because he loved her, and her people.

And thirdly: The last few days had been spent traveling across the moon upon Toruk's leathery back, as they rallied the Na'vi clans for the coming battle against the Sky People. Since Jake's redemption and return to them, she and him had been together constantly, but they never been alone. There was always people who needed them more then they had allowed themselves to need each other.

Yes, times were weird, and things far from normal; but then again, since when had things ever been normal when it came to the two of them. Unconventional had so far been the leading word for their whole relationship; in all the forms it had so far taken shape.

But right now they had somehow found a moment of peace to just be Jake and Neytiri.

Privacy.

Respite.

Longed for solitude.

Intimacy.

Neytiri's golden eyes met Jake's with a mixture of weariness and longing as his arms enfolded her against his broad chest. One hand settled on the small of her back, stroking up and down her spine, and the other came up to caress the back of her head.

With a contented sigh, Neytiri wrapped her lean arms around Jake's neck and leaned as much further into him and his loving embrace— a place where she found herself feeling more safe and secure than she had done in a very long time— as she could, breathed in the intoxicating scent of him, and practically purred like a delighted little kitty. Behind her back her tail was flicking back and forth contentedly; a reaction of her happiness to be wrapped up in his arms again.

The physical reaction almost caused Jake to laugh in either delight or surprise. Perhaps it was a mixture of both.

That the Na'vi purred was nothing he had been aware of, but it also didn't surprise him either.

Since arriving on Pandora— a little more than three months earlier— Jake had gotten used to a lot of strange things in the short time that he had lived with the Omatikaya, and surprise was a feeling that was starting to feel less and less unique to him, by each day that passed. And perhaps this— him living with the Omatikaya, and spending more hours together with them than he did with his own kind— was why strangeness had become a normality for him.

In three months Jake had probably learned more things than most people did in a lifetime. Jake new people back at Hell's Gate that had lived on Pandora for years, and despite that, still knew close to nothing about the moon.

Unawareness or surprise aside, Jake did not laugh at his mate's content purring. Instead he just smiled fondly— his trademark crooked smile and fanged teeth on full display— and leaned his head down to kiss Neytiri on her forehead, right below her hairline.

Around them the wind blew comfortingly. Things were far from perfect— the moment itself far from ideal— and what tomorrow held was more unpredictable, and uncertain than ever; but in that moment, somehow, things felt strangely normal. And that was quite macabre considering the fact that they were both filled with intense dread, and the thoughts of just how close the cold dagger of death was pressed against both of their necks.

Call it a somewhat twisted, and diluted form of gallows humor.

With another sigh, Neytiri looked up from the crook of Jake's neck were she had been resting her head, and once again their golden eyes met each other in a locked gaze.

With a tender smile, Jake reached out to gently brush a braid of Neytiri's dark hair behind her ear. "We've come a long way, haven't we?" he mused, his voice carrying a sense of wistful wonder.

Neytiri's expression softened as she nodded. "Eywa has guided us through challenges we never could have foreseen," she replied, her voice carrying a mixture of reverence and gratitude.

As they settled onto a fallen log, sitting down right next to each other, the silence between them felt both comfortable and laden with unspoken words. Jake took a deep breath, his gaze drifting to the horizon where the distant mountains met the sky.

He had hidden his feelings well up until that point. But smiles and laughter, and caresses and softly spoken words could only hide so much. Eventually underlying sadness will pour forwards like a oncoming tidal wave, drowning joy in its wake.

"Ma, Jake. What is wrong?" Neytiri asked him, placing a hand above his biceps, and pressed her fingers down into the muscle.

"Something is upsetting you."

Jake lowered his eyes from the horizon and looked back towards Neytiri. His mouth was pinched, lips pressed together tightly, and his ears were pressed back against his head in obvious unease. After he few moments of silence, he then spoke up.

"I want to talk about what happened, Neytiri," he finally confessed, his tone tinged with regret that seeped into the atmosphere first then.

Neytiri turned her gaze towards him, her brow furrowing slightly. "What is there to apologize for? For the destruction and pain that they caused?" she asked, her voice steady but carrying a note of sadness.

Jake's brows— a attribute so foreign to her, and yet, after such a short time, such a endearing element to the male beauty she had come to adore— furrowed slightly in contemplation. He opened his mouth to speak, but soon closed it again, not knowing what to say to that.

"Ma Jake," she continued before he could say anything, firmly taking hold of both his hand and clasping them tightly with her own smaller ones.

"What they did was not your fault, ma yawne. Please, do not believe anything else."

Jake nodded, but lowered his head as she spoke, unable to meet her face, his expression grave as he fixated his eyes upon their tightly clasped hands.

After a moment he said, "I know. I know, but… I hurt you.

The pain in his voice became so painfully apparent then as Jake dropped his last shields of strength, letting his feelings out in such a way that Neytiri had never witnessed from him before, and was sure she wouldn't see plenty of other times.

The rare display of emotion struck her like a knife to the heart, and as tears formed in her eyes, her face fell into a melancholic expression.

"Ma Jake," she said with a few shakes of her head. She let go of his hands and grabbed his face instead. With light force she tilted his head up and forced him to meet her serious gaze.

The glassy eyes that met her eyes absolutely broke her heart.

She could tell him: "No! Do not say that!" But was that really the truth?

As Neytiri for a moment considered her next words to her mate, she quickly came to realize that It wasn't. She could not say that, because it was neither the truth, nor what Jake wanted, or needed to hear— for that part— in that moment.

He had hurt her. When he had confessed to the clan about his knowledge of what the Sky people was planning to do, and when she had realized that he in a sense had lied to her, she had hated him. She had despised him. Wished him dead. Anything that could make him and his fickle heart hurt as much as hers did.

She had been pissed at him. With intention or not, Kelutral was gone. Her clansmen injured or dead. Her father…

Hurt him. Punish him. Burn him.

All while her bruised heart and soul had ached, and longed, and cried out for him and his love that only he could give her. Them.

The newly entwined bond between two new mates was never meant to be torn. It could be marked and maimed. It could be fragile, but never unmade.

Chaos and disrupt was not the way of Eywa.

So how come that after she had left him for dead… how come her heart had fluttered and beaten so violently beneath her ribs, when she had felt his soul be alive, as if he had been right there beside her. When her mind had wanted nothing more to do with the man, her heart had betrayed her and told her the truth.

The next few hours after that had been spent with mix feelings, and emotions that made no sense to her.

And then he returned upon Toruk's back. Came back, for her people, and her heart. He was no villain. Not a lier. He was a betrayer, but not against the Na'vi.

Even after they had disowned him, practically exiled him. Cursed his name to the skies and regretted the day he came to them… he had still cared about them, and enough to prove it.

And proving himself he did as Toruk was tamed, and Jake Sully proved himself to have a pure soul.

The moment he betrayed his own kind, his own race, fate was set in stone, and Toruk Makto once again returned to save the Na'vi from disaster.

Before he could interrupt her, Neytiri swung a leg over his legs and straddled Jake's lap. Almost immediately she wrapped her tail around his thigh. She new position gave her the advantage of being able look down at him slightly, and it forced him to hold her gaze as she tenderly held his face in her hands.

"I won't deny that you did hurt me. I," she paused and carefully bit the pad of her lower lip. "I did hated you… for a moment."

He winced slightly at that, and quickly she firmly added, " But that does not matter Jake. To hurt me was not your intention. You told me so yourself when I was screaming at you back then. You said: I never meant to hurt you. And I believe you. I do now."

Jake looked dimply into his mate's eyes for a moment, staying quiet while doing so.

"Yes." He began quietly, carefully.

"But… how can that me enough?"

He croaked the word's out of his mouth as if in pain— which, in all honesty, he very much was.

"How can that be enough?" Neytiri asked him in a confused voice.

"How can that not be enough Jake? Do you not think that I trust you? Do you… Do you not trust me?"

"No!" Jake quickly responded, his voice now full with vigor and energy hugging her lithe body tightly against his own.

"Of course I trust you, babe! And I know that you trust me.

There was a fire burning in his eyes as he spoke. A fire of conviction and belief.

Neytiri hadn't felt very unsure before hand. Not really. Although such a statement perhaps sounded a bit paradoxical considering what she had just asked Jake. It was something she figured was because of the newly created bond that they now shared. Somehow she could just feel him in a completely new way. And no, it wasn't mind reading in any way, but it was a sort of high level awareness. A consciousness of herself, and of her other half.

But the prior pain that had laced Jake's whole being pained herself almost just as much as a physical wound would.

"I just meant," Jake started saying, " I was a part of that. If only for a while. I knew what they were going to do. I… I gave them information. The information they wanted. I followed orders…"

"Exactly. You followed orders," Neytiri interrupted him.

"And I'm so sorry for doing so. My actions hurt your— our people. My actions hurt this world."

The words "Your father," laid upon his tongue, threatening to burst out of his mouth, but he couldn't, and wouldn't say that. Not to Neytiri. That was a wound that was still to fresh. To sore. It was the last reminder needed in that already precarious moment.

Neytiri's eyes held his for a moment, before she released her cradling grip that she had on his head. Once again she laid her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly towards her, resting her head atop his.

She rested one hand on the nape of his neck where his neural braid began— unlike hers that began at the too if her head, one of the bigger differences between the Na'vi and Avatars— and dug her fingers in between the lose braids that hung there, and carefully started cording her fingers through the dark, thick tresses in a gesture of reassurance.

She would never be able to come to term with the Sky People's presence on Eywa'eveng. Would most likely never feel anything than pure hatred against them. There was humans one Pandora, Like Jake, Norm, Max— And Grace, Neytiri thought with deep pain as the memories of the woman's untimely death resurfaced— that had sided with the Na'vi. People that wanted nothing to do with their own greedy kind.

Neytiri knew this, and she admired them for it. But it still did not mean that she was particularly comfortable with it, or fond of the whole situation. It was taking Neytiri a whole lot of great strength to swallow down her pride and prejudices to be able to accept the hands of peace and cooperation that the scientists were so willingly offering to the Na'vi.

Jake had earned her trust through meticulous work and dedication. The same couldn't really be said for the rest of his human friends. Perhaps she would one day be at ease with them. Maybe one day she would be able to trust freely— as both her mother and Jake were reassuringly coaxing her to do— something she would very much would like to be able to do. And that was in the case that they all survived the coming war against the Sky people, without being crushed to complete dust. And the risk of that happening was uncomfortably high. (Dying, that was).

"That way was all you knew," she said gently. "You used to be one if them. But the moment you returned to us as Toruk Makto, even after we threw you out, you still returned. You found your way back to us. And to me."

Jake closed his eyes buried his face into Neytiri's bosom, and breathed in the calming sent of comfort, of home, that she radiated.

"And I am proud of you ma Jake. Very proud."

"I don't expect forgiveness easily, Neytiri. I just want you to know that I'll do everything in my power to make things right, to protect Pandora and our people."

Neytiri's gaze softened, and she leaned closer to him. "We face a grave danger, a war that threatens us all," she said. "Our unity is our strength, Jake. Your journey, your transformation, it brought you to us when we needed you most."

"You really think so?" He asked her, one brow raised.

"Srane. I do. I just know that it is Eywa's will that you came to this place, and to us."

She paused and looked deeply into his eyes, a small half sheepish smile coming over her face. The sharp tips of her fangs peeked through the slightly open lips and Jake suddenly felt himself unable to look away from her.

"What?" Jake asked her. Her smile, even if tiny and inconspicuous was contagious. If Jake was sure of something, it was the he would do anything to see Neytiri for every single day of forever.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

At her mate's question, Neytiri's smile became even wider. Before speaking she let out a snort and shook her head.

"When I first saw you that day in the forest, I could very well have kill you with one single bow. And I was going to do so."

Jake let out a somewhat surprised "Hmm?" at those words.

Kill him? She had been planning to kill him?

And then a memory resurfaced from the back of his mind.

"How will I know if it chooses me?" He asked her while keeping his eyes glued on the hissing Ikran's in front of them.

With a hand atop his shoulder, Neytiri leaned closely towards him, and with a traitorously calm voice she said into his ear, "It will try to kill you," as if that was a normal thing that one did on a daily basis.

Jake was brought back to the present as Neytiri began speaking again.

"A while before I saved you from the nantang's, I was out hunting, and I happened to come across a certain skawng that had just got separated from his friends."

At her words Jake almost gapped at her revelation. Up until then he had been sure that Neytiri being close enough when the viper wolves had attacked him had just been a happy accident on his part. A small coincidence that the woman had just happened to be close enough to notice the dire situation he had found himself in after sundown, and Pandora's nocturnal wildlife came to life.

But she had been there all along.

Jake almost wanted to laugh. Perhaps even cry (more).

A mere coincidence was what he had believed it to be. Yeah, right. Of course that wasn't the case. Just like with most situations he had found himself since coming to Pandora, Jake could once more see Eywa's hand in it all. The cards that she held in her divine hands, and the dices of life she threw upon the soil.

"I was going to kill you. You were holding a knife, and you were sharpening that stick with it. You seemed stressed and eratic, which I do suppose is a healthy response considering you were alone in a place you knew next to nothing about. Either way, I grabbed an arrow and got into position. Just as I was about to release the arrow from the string, a lone Atokirina blew down in front of me and came to rest upon the arrowhead. I now for sure now that that was Eywa giving me a sign."

The memory returned once more, and rewinded itself.

"How will I know if it chooses me?" He asked her while keeping his eyes glued on the hissing Ikran's in front of them.

"Fantastic," Jake replied in a extremely sarcastic tone, before going to work.

His mate had tried to kill him.

After the great hunt, they had left the rest of the group to go hunting alone together up in Ayram Alusìng. It was something they had started doing more and more often since he had completed his iknimaya.

They had flewn through the skies, gliding atop the winds when a large shadow had suddenly appeared above them.

For split second he wondered if it was a cloud that appeared so suddenly— almost as if out of nowhere— but no. That was not the case.

Jake looked up, and immediately his stomach dropped as he laid his eyes upon a large winged creature that clearly not an ikran, considering the size of it.

"DIVE!" He had screamed to Neytiri to help her escape.

The only thing was: It had never gone after Neytiri. In that moment she had only been in it's way.

Toruk had only gone after him.

Toruk had tried to kill him.

"The will of Eywa," Jake spoke up in a awed voice as his mind filled with clarity.

"Yes," Neytiri reverently replied, not falling to take note of his newfound revelation. The thoughts were painted clearly and transparently across his whole face. "The will of Eywa."

They had both chosen him, Jake thought with an almost ridiculous amount of confidence, and satisfaction.

Neytiri and Toruk had both tried to kill him. And they had chosen him.

Huh.

He craned his head, furrowing his brows in a manner that hinted at his curiosity and an inkling that he was onto something.

"You… were there," he stated with a touch of realization, his words less a question and more of an affirmation.

"Umm. I was," Neytiri confirmed, a trace of playfulness in her response.

Jake's lips curled into an amused snort as he pressed further, his interest piqued. "But… Where?" he asked, his tone a blend of curiosity and a hint of jest.

Neytiri's fingers loosened their grip on the strands of his hair, and with a fluid grace, she raised her hand, directing his gaze upwards toward the vast expanse of the night sky.

His eyes followed the path her hand traced, his gaze coming to rest upon the intricate lattice of branches and leaves that formed the dense canopy overhead. Stars twinkled through the gaps, and the soft glow of moonlight filtered down, casting a mesmerizing luminescence on the forest floor. It was an enchanting view, and Jake quickly grasped the meaning behind her gesture.

"In the trees," Neytiri confirmed, her voice a gentle affirmation that matched the understanding in his eyes.

The realization dawned upon him. The trees, those towering giants that were not just the fabric of Pandora but the habitat of the skilled hunter. An advantage point, a realm of shadows and leaves where prey and predator coexisted. It made perfect sense. His mate possessed a cunning and resourcefulness that were beyond his human comprehension. She moved like a whisper, her footsteps barely discernible on the forest floor. Her agility allowed her to traverse branches and vines with the fluidity of an expert acrobat, her movements so fluid that she seemed to become one with the forest itself. And in those moments, she was in perfect harmony with her surroundings, a sentinel blending seamlessly with the lush foliage and the symphony of life.

His features transformed as he connected the dots. "Ohh! So that explains how you suddenly just showed up out of nowhere when I was this close to getting my face ripped straight off!" Jake exclaimed, punctuating his words with a pinching gesture of his fingers.

Leave it to Jake to shift effortlessly from darkness to light, even in the aftermath of a profound breakdown. His ability to seamlessly transition between intense moments and lighthearted banter was a testament to his resilience and his unique way of navigating life. Could he ever take anything a hundred percent seriously?

The answer was an undeniable "No."

Neytiri's lips curved into a tiny grin, amused by his mock offense and his playfully exaggerated reaction.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she responded, "Srane," affirming his observations. "Otherwise, I find it hard to believe you would have become much older."

A mock expression of dismay crossed Jake's face as he playfully protested her jest. "Hey!" he exclaimed, feigning offense which caused Neytiri's musical giggle to ring out.

As she got distracted (which was a rarity), Jake seized the opportunity and propelled himself forward, his arms enveloping Neytiri in a secure embrace. As his fingertips brushed her sides with feather-light contact, her lithe form instantly tensed like a coiled bowstring, the realization of his playful intent dawning upon her.

"Jake, kehe!" she began to protest, but her words were cut short as his fingers found their mark, grazing her skin and igniting an immediate response of unrestrained laughter.

Her laughter was music to his ears, and he reveled in the sweet sound as he continued his merciless assault of tickles. Amidst her joyful screeches and the melodious cadence of her laughter, Jake's ears twitched in amusement, his heart buoyed by the knowledge that he could elicit such a response from his mate.

He couldn't help but reflect on the ebb and flow of emotions in their lives. Sadness was an inevitable facet of existence, but he found himself resolved to embrace joy whenever it graced their days. The turmoil they had endured was still fresh in their minds.

Yes, sadness was a natural part of life, but if he could help it, Jake would prefer to not wallow in sadness to often.

Maybe that was easier said than done. But whatever. They had endured enough pain lately to last a whole lifetime.

However, in moments like this, with Neytiri's laughter ringing through the air, he felt a renewed sense of hope and resilience. She banged her hands against his back and kept screaming from delight as Jake's ticklish onslaught continued on. His ears twitched at the high pitched sounds, but neither stopped or deterred him. He was enjoying it to much.

The tickling didn't just give way to screeching. It also was give way to squirming. And oh was she squirming.

The log they sat atop might have been a big one, but the Na'vi were strong beyond human comprehension. The moment the log began to roll, it wasn't long until Jake and Neytiri tumbled of it straight down onto the ground beneath them. Neytiri instinctively clung to him, her arms locking around his neck as they fell, her yelp of surprise blending with the chorus of their laughter.

For a brief moment, they lay in a tangle of limbs, caught off guard by the unexpected fall. Yet, their laughter persisted, an infectious symphony that harmonized their hearts. Jake's arms encircled her, pulling her closer, and he deftly maneuvered their bodies so that he reclined on his back, with Neytiri sprawled atop him.

The ground beneath them was cool and slightly damp, but the warmth of their shared laughter created a cocoon of comfort. His hands found purchase on her waist, fingers tracing soothing patterns as their laughter gradually subsided. Their gazes met, eyes dancing with mirth and an unspoken bond that transcended words.

As the moonlight filtered through the leaves above, painting intricate patterns on their intertwined forms, Jake's heart swelled with affection for the woman he held in his arms.

Jake's touch on her cheek was a gentle caress, his fingers warm against her skin as he spoke with a playful yet affectionate tone. "I can't believe you were going to kill me, babe," he remarked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His words were accompanied by a mischievous glint in his eyes, a reflection of the lightheartedness that often marked their interactions.

Without hesitation, he leaned forward, bridging the space between them, and pressed his lips to Neytiri's. It was a kiss that spoke of familiarity, of shared experiences, and of a love that had only deepened with time. Neytiri responded eagerly, her arms encircling his neck as she drew him in closer, deepening the kiss with an intensity that mirrored the emotions they felt.

As the passion between them grew, articles of clothing were discarded haphazardly, their connection undeniable and their desire for each other evident. In a sacred act, their kuru's, their braids, entwined in tsaheylu, symbolizing the unity of their bodies and spirits. The act of love that followed was both passionate and tender, a physical manifestation of the profound connection they shared.

Afterwards, as the sun sank below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the forest, Jake and Neytiri lay entwined in each other's arms, wrapped in a cocoon of post-lovemaking contentment. Their bodies were a testament to their vulnerability, their souls bared to each other in the most intimate of ways. The weight of their responsibilities lingered in the air, a reminder of the challenges they faced as leaders and protectors of their clan.

Yet, in that moment, hope blossomed like a delicate flower amidst the uncertainty. The realization that they were united, that they faced the unknown together, brought a sense of comfort. The future might be unclear, but they had each other, and that was the anchor that kept them grounded.

"Thank you, Neytiri," Jake's voice was a soft whisper, heavy with emotion, as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. "For giving me a chance, for believing in me."

Neytiri turned to him, her eyes shimmering like the stars that now began to dot the darkening sky. Her words held the wisdom of generations as she spoke, her voice a soothing balm to Jake's heart. "We are all connected, Jake. Eywa guides us, and love binds us. Together, we will face whatever comes next."

As darkness settled over the forest, enshrouding them in its embrace, Jake and Neytiri found solace in their private haven. Their hands intertwined, their bodies pressed close, and their hearts beat in unison. Amidst the chaos and uncertainties of their world, they discovered a moment of quiet reflection, a space to honor the journey they had undertaken together. With their unbreakable bond as the bedrock of their union, they stood ready to confront whatever challenges the future held, their resolve fortified by the strength of their love and the knowledge that they faced it hand in hand.

Na'vi translation:

Omatikaya: Blue flute clan. Forest dwelling people known for their craftsmanship of weaving and textile making. The loom plays a important role in the clan's daily life.

Toruk Makto: Rider of Toruk (a title)

Tsaheylu: The bond

Ma yawne: My beloved

Kelutral: Hometree

Toruk: Last shadow, The great leonopteryx

Eywa'eveng: Pandora (extrasolar moon), Pandora's child

Srane: Yes

Nantang: Viper wolves

Skxawng: Idiot, Moron

Atokirina: Seeds of the sacred tree, Woodsprites

Ikran: Mountain Banshee

Iknimaya: A rite of passage done by young Na'vi. The Omatikaya clan completes their Iknimaya by climbing up the Hallelujah Mountains, up to the roosting nests of the Ikran's were they ultimately (if successfully) tame their own ikran (Stairway to Heaven)

Ayram Alusìng: The Hallelujah Mountains

Kehe: No

Kuru: Neural queue

A/N: A little fluffy, angsty Jeytiri story, from me to you! 3

Let's just communally agree that Jake just needs to cry more often, and to let him cry!

(Like seriously, stop bottling up your emotions and feelings Jake!!! That's not a healthy coping mechanism!!!)

Hope the little attempt at humor at the end wasn't to out of place. I just didn't want the chapter to become to angsty.

The head canon that the Na'vi actually purr like cats is inspired by the story Nìsoaia by dinas_bracelet (a 10/10 story I would recommend to EVERYONE. Like, seriously. If you haven't read that story, kindly go do so now, please.

Trust Jake to be able to switch so quickly from darkness to light after just having suffered from a literal breakdown. Was there anything that he could take a hundred percent seriously?

Answer: No, probably not.

Anyone that got the little nod to the soundtrack song From Darkness to Light from ATWOW (hi hi). I sure hope you did… lmao.